7.30 am. Two of the gardeners 'lads' are here to stake-up the cypress trees blown over in the gales. An early start even by French standards. Bob hurtles out of the front door to confront the 'tap-tap-tap' of the mallet. To his ears a giant woodpecker is at work. Faced with the sight of Bob hurtling towards them the two morose lads clamber up their step ladder remarkably quickly. They find safety on the top step. Bob sits, barks and glares.
For the next twenty minutes Bob keeps an eye on the gardeners from the front door. He wears his sternest ' I'll have no nonsense' face.
A quiet morning at the cafe under the arcades. Three new Pringles potato chip dispensing machines are being installed. Activity puts a damper on the beer and absinthe crowds cheerful banter. The Pringle machine man sups on a large glass of Pastis as he works. This must be an acquired taste at 8.00 am.
Home. Bob is disppointed to find the gardeners have gone. Instead he liberates Sophies doo-doo. It doesn't remain liberated for long. For the rest of the morning it remains firmly by her side.